was actually in an earlier life
when he was a she
love feeds first on the slow
or lame too old or too
young to keep up
Valentine realized one morning
his dead friends and relatives
were coming to graze and nibble
on his dreams a not unpleasant
sensation he grew addicted to
but some nights they’d come
to parched and barren fields
and Valentine would watch
their sad outlines turn and lumber off
to starve another night
the unimaginable poverty
of the dead he thought
forced to survive
on our uninspiring dreams
with supersensible frugality
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Very cinematic. Very Genet, oddly enough. The way he describes some of his characters. I'm thinking Gutter in the Sky. A different vocal and visual turn/range that I (also) like. But there's that illusory word, "I"...lol.
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